Chapter 7
"We'll have to walk to my car." Gavin held the door open, waiting on me. "It's still at the bar."
"I can drive," I offered, already grabbing my keys off the hook, but he was shaking his head no.
"I'll drive!" He insisted, waving me back towards my room. "Grab something to put your hair up with before we go."
"Why?"
"Convertible."
I walked back to the bathroom, throwing my hair up into a ponytail before walking back out, meeting his mischievous stare. "What?" I instinctively threw my hand up to my hair, smoothing it back.
"You're f*****g cute."
"Oh jeez, let's go." I shoved him out the door, following his lead down the sidewalk, trying to keep my distance, scanning around us, watching for any sign of Grant.
He finally stopped, stepping over to the out-of-place sports car
